A soggy old man, groggy with sleep, heads towards his tumble- down cottage. His eyes looking around frantically for his lost calf; ‘ho! Ho! Ho!’  He bellows. Some vague impulses, some wayward fancies, some laughable absurdities, and recurrent revelries, whirl in the mind of this soggy, old shepherd. A twig between his chipped and discolored…

Under an ancient banyan tree, on a concrete square sits an old woman mending torn clothes. Every now and then, she stops, reflects, looks at the world passing by and goes back to her mending, oft tending to her gashes and scars,  not visible to the harried world. She inhales. She exhales, resolving not to…

Somewhere deep in the wilderness, there is a chair, bruised, battered and abandoned. Not needing much, just a thick layer of paint, splashed with a soft healing touch. Around her the crazy world roars and clashes with malicious gaiety. But resiliently she stands, unfazed, having taken roots there. A woodpecker pecks the tree against which…